Inside the Side Hall, the atmosphere was nothing like the panic the Head Cultist had expected.
The Side Hall was quiet. Several guards stood in their positions with weapons in hand, protecting a young woman behind them.
"As Rex would put it, a big fish has come our way." Rona's melodious voice rang through the Side Hall, her beautiful eyes shining as she looked ahead.
Watching the Head Cultist charge brazenly inside, her expression turned cold.
"He's yours. I want him alive."
"Mm." A sound forced through clenched teeth came from a man encased in heavy armor.
The man wore thick black armor that covered his entire body: helmet, breastplate, pauldrons, and war boots.
It transformed him into a monster of steel. An iron visor fitted closely over his face, concealing his appearance.
In his hand, he held a warhammer.
Blazing holy light radiated from his body.
An oppressive force instantly swept through the Side Hall.
Soul pressure erupted from the heavily armored man, making everyone freeze beneath its weight. The Head Cultist charging toward Rona bore the brunt of it, his charge faltering for a moment.
His body swayed, and his charge came to an abrupt halt.
Though hot-tempered, the Head Cultist was no fool. He understood quite clearly what soul pressure meant: his opponent was a Heroic Powerhouse.
The gap between ninth rank and Heroic was greater than the gap between fifth tier and ninth rank.
"A Heroic Powerhouse?" Rona looked at the heavily armored man, surprise flashing across her lovely face. She had never expected the armored man assigned to protect her to be a Heroic Powerhouse.
She had known he was strong, but she had thought him no more than a ninth rank peak expert. Discovering that he was a Heroic Powerhouse was almost impossible for